Once again, this post may result in my immediate, and forced, departure from France.
Today I visited Angelina's. Sigh. I don't know what it is, but I'm just not able to embrace so many purely French things {like macaroons!}
Angelina's was founded in 1903 and is world famous for it's hot chocolate and Mont Blanc. People like Coco Chanel and Proust would frequent this salon de thé and it is at the top of many traveler's lists.
I am still trying to figure out why.
I sat down to a lovely little table and ordered the two things they are most known for. I was presented with the most charming setup. I felt so French. But that's where it ended.
I poured my hot chocolate from the little pitcher into my cup and added a dollop of whipped cream. My first sip almost sent me into a coma. After adding a packet of sugar and more whipped cream I could still hardly drink it. It is just like the Paul's HC. I don't know if you remember my post about that experience but I likened it to drinking a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup. Same thing with Angelina's. I could only take a few sips. So I moved onto my Mont Blanc. I can see why some people might like it {sort of?}, but it's just not my cup of tea, or hot chocolate {pun}. So two bites, 5 sips and 14 euro later I left Angelina's feeling like I'd had my sugar and chocolate quota for... my life. How depressing. I know this all sounds so incredibly dramatic. But I take my hot chocolate and desserts seriously so, yeah. I am a little dramatic.
I will say the atmosphere is lovely though and the service was great. I know people love the HC {I saw a lady literally licking the pitcher. Classy?} but I couldn't take it. I still have a headache from it.
Whew!
I did find out that I love escargot and veal. So, maybe the French will keep me?
I went walking around after Angelina's and saw this ballet shop. Look at how lovely this tutu is! I wanted to wear it and dance around the streets of Paris. Plus it reminded me of my best so I had to take a picture.
In other important food news, my new favorite are chaussons. I don't think I'll be able to describe them adequately. They are these sweet, crusty, bread pastries filled with chunks of apple and sauce and make your mouth happy. Ooh they are delicious!
A la prochaine!
-M
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